Fest Countdown
I got excited about all the things we are going to be doing at the festival, the conversations I haven’t had yet, all the Diet Cokes I am going to drink.
Collective Joy at the State Fair
I always have a healthy fear of fish cooked in a truck, but this was a revelation.
Tiny Notebook
I felt the performance begin—that stool was a stage and I was an actor.
Nostalgia, But for What?
It’s hard to deny there’s something that I miss, even if it doesn’t make sense to me.
Poets Are Weird ft. Pádraig O Tuama
It’s for those times you need to be alone, and it’s to be consumed communally. That is weird.
Sanitation Scores Ruined My Life
How could I know that the Chili’s in MegaMall was safe to eat?
Old Man Johnson
He haunted every campground my family and I ever camped at.
My Old Haunts
All the ghosts I had at the River Arts District White Duck Taco have been drowned.
Ten Places and Spaces I’ve Split My Pants
My shorts were unprepared for a great DJ and a circle of people asking me to vogue.
Where the Kudzu Grows
Kudzu is strong, but the fight for our native plants is not yet over.
